17. THE COLLECTIVE #3 (Maybe,)
Hi there, third piece here. My little friend Mr. Lonely/Depressed just came and asked if he could crash into my place and without even giving me any time to think, he's already here, making me feel extremely down, all of a sudden.
I wrote this one on a piece of paper just a few minutes ago and it's just, what I've been thinking and feeling. I don't want to call it a piece, but here we go.
But maybe,
Just, maybe, one day,
Someone would want to come over and talk to me.
Someone would start to wonder what do I think about,
When I walk home from long days of lectures.
Maybe someday,
Someone would be strong, brave, and kind hearted enough,
To ask me about my greatest fear,
In order for them to prepare themselves, in case I come across it.
And maybe,
Someday, someone would wish me good morning and never stop doing so for the rest of their life.
Maybe, someday, someone would make me a cup of hot chocolate on a Tuesday night,
As a sign of their peace offering, after a stupid fight over the messy room.
Maybe someday, someone would care to ask how I'm doing,
And could see through, behind the "I'm doing great, never been better."
Maybe someday, my phone will ring and it will be from someone who would take me out to the movies and get caramel popcorn instead of salt. (And also vanilla ice cream.)
And this time, maybe, I could stop fake smiling in the train and be really happy to see an inside joke text coming.
But let's just be honest,
There won't be someday and someone.
I've stopped believing that there will be a day or a person anymore.
I've stopped believing that I even matter to the real world anymore.
I've stopped believing that I would even matter in the future, at all. Will I?
